At night after the snow stopped, it looked particularly cold beside the city wall.

People walked in the wave-like darkness, like small boats bumping in the waves.

Su Mingan turned around and saw a black umbrella at the entrance of the alley.

The cold wind blew into his collar, and the necklace holding the photo around his neck jingled.

Under the umbrella, a silent red-haired girl was holding the wooden sculpture in her hand and watching him calmly.

"One of the virtues of a knight is sacrifice." She said, "And after killing the devil, the hero cannot go back to hiding safely."

She stared at him, her eyes calm as never before.

"Everyone is mortal." She said: "Instead of decaying in the future, or embarking on an endless road with no end, it is better to stop here. At least... someone will remember it."

"Turning other people's memories into your own tombstone is the most meaningless behavior," Su Mingan said.

He walked past her and heard her very quiet voice.

"Rin, the people who have passed through your life should not be the regret that shackles you." Naraku said: "Remember her, remember her forever, and then keep walking."

"Who are you talking about?" Su Mingan was keenly aware of the deviation in her words.

But Naraku was like a motionless tombstone, not meeting his gaze.

"Sorrow and regret for the person who passed away... do not need to accumulate in your chest and never forget it. I am not asking you to completely forget her, nor am I asking you to suppress your sadness." Naraku said: "She just... wants to go home.

"

"You didn't wake up?"

Su Mingan had already noticed that something was wrong with her state.

The red-haired girl suddenly turned back.

The thin moonlight behind the snow shone on her face. She stretched out her hand and held a small wooden sculpture in her hand.

It is a wood carving in the shape of a young man. It can be seen that it has been carefully carved, and every edge and angle is just right, comparable to the work of a master.

She looked at him blankly, then suddenly showed a bright smile.

"for you."

It was as if she had suddenly changed into a different person, and her eyes, which had just remained indifferent and sad, suddenly burst into childlike joy.

It was like the sun suddenly shone into her eyes, dispelling the haze, and she smiled so pure, like a piece of white paper that had not been painted with color.

She raised her hands, like a child's favorite teddy bear, and presented the small wooden sculpture to his eyes.

"Here you go." Her smile widened.

Su Mingan was a little confused. He didn't understand how Naraku became schizophrenic.

He was still saying something like a eulogy in the front, but then he suddenly showed a silly smile like a child.

He took the wooden sculpture and the system prompt popped up.

[You get props (Naraku’s wood carving)]

[(Naraku’s wood carving): There are no props with special added value. It can be seen that they have been carefully carved by her and can be placed in personal space for collection. 】

A small message is engraved on the wood carving:

【When you wake up in the silent dawn,】

【You will see me spread my wings and fly high.】

…

"Thank you." This was a prop after all. Even though it was of little value, Su Mingan still accepted it.

When he wanted to turn around and leave, the smile on Naraku's face became even brighter.

"Rin." She said with a smile, "I will teach you how to practice shooting tomorrow."

"good."

Su Mingan passed by her.

As he passed her, he noticed a strand of white hair on her temples.

"Naraku, the snow has stopped falling. You can put away your umbrella and pay attention to safety at night." He warned symbolically and walked towards his house in the East District.

"good."

Naraku turned around and looked at him steadily with a pair of confused eyes.

"but,"

she says:

"...Who is Naraku?"

…

Su Mingan returned to the East District, and the streets here were still quiet.

Since all the residents had moved out, it was still a dead street when the feast just ended.

With the cold wind blowing into his collar, Su Mingan opened the door to the room and walked towards the bed with a clear purpose.

"Ding Dong"

The necklace around his neck jingled. Su Mingan took it off and took a look at its properties.

…

[Immortal Pendant (Red Level): "Captain, please take it with you... to see the world I haven't seen yet and complete my unfinished journey."

Durability: 0/0 (Due to the "immortality" feature, this equipment will not lose durability.)

Equipment requirements: Player Su Mingan (only).

Active skill (immortality): Used on any NPC or player who is dying, it can forcibly extend their life for ten seconds. The cooling time is half a day, and it can only be used once on the same person.】

…

This is a special skill equipment that does not have combat characteristics. In some special times, it can be used as a "combat continuation" skill that can be used repeatedly.

"..." Looking at this line of message on the equipment interface, he looked away.

After sorting out the harvest, he suddenly felt extremely tired.

With every dungeon he passed, he felt like he was gradually losing something. After Sherrod's death, this sense of loss became more and more obvious.

It's like every second of life, something flows by like fine sand. It's a kind of panic that makes people a little confused, but can't stop it.

In the upper right corner, the barrage is still noisy as always. They seem to be very sad about Xie Lude's death, and they can't understand why Su Mingan didn't forcefully save the other party.

In their view, life is the most important, and there is no need to sacrifice one's life for a group of NPCs.

Su Mingan did not watch these barrages again.

He lay down on the bed.

…

The blood-red sky was as dull as ever.

Golden sparks float in the air, and this place is like a hell on earth that has been ravaged by magma.

Su Mingan opened his eyes and walked onto this red land. The small sand table at the door of the church floated in front of his eyes.

Thousands of puppets of different shapes appeared in front of his eyes with a "swish" of white light, and the formation was extremely spectacular.

Now is the fifth level of "The Demon King and the Hero", and he continues his previous actions.

He properly arranged the war situation and deliberately triggered the war, allowing the armies of both sides to fight pointlessly, collecting the energy generated by their hatred and death to strengthen his Demon King's City.

But now, he already knows,

This is not a playful resource placement game.

The sand table floating in front of me is like a toy,

...That was a cruel war that took place in the real history of Praia, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

On the sand table, armored model soldiers like red and blue chess pieces,

…Those are the lives that were truly sacrificed in the war.

He watched the armies of both sides fight, and watched the numbers of both sides decrease little by little, and then increase little by little... Old soldiers kept dying at the front line, and new soldiers kept joining them.

【There is always soul hunting death.】

【But there are always people who become soul hunters all the time.】

…

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what his grandmother had said when she held his hand and persuaded him when he first came to Praia.

All unreasonable phenomena gradually seemed reasonable in the battle in the small sandbox.

This is a world where people have to hurt each other in order to survive.
To be continued...